Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"He is good at potions, proficient in black magic, and can control basilisks. He doesn't seem to know much about the British wizarding world... Severus, I really don't know who he is."

"Don't think about the living!"

Finally unable to restrain himself, he threw a handful of Floo powder directly into the fireplace, and after reading "Malfoy Manor", threw his friend who was still thinking blankly in his pajamas into it. The Potions Professor finally had time to continue his hobbies, and he calmed down. How can a stable life be disturbed by such absurd things?

Lucius, who returned to his fireplace, cleaned himself up habitually, but his mind was still a mess.

Why is Severus so angry?I haven't figured it out yet, but the last sentence is even weirder, what do you mean don't think about the living, but think about the dead—wait a minute!

Potions are so clever that they are even better than my friends. I am proficient in black magic and use it casually, which can turn the basilisk into an Animagus-like state to follow, and even dare to sleep in the same bed with the basilisk!It's not so much that I don't understand the novelty of the British wizarding world, it's better to say that my understanding of the entire wizarding world has gone back many years, and more importantly, I have a very close relationship with Lord, the terrifying Dark Lord!Damn "relationship", didn't Severus mislead him in the first place? !

The platinum aristocrat fell back on the chair, his eyes were full of panic to the extreme.

Is it because Merlin is insane, or is immortality no longer a myth?

Salazar Slytherin should have died 1000 years ago.

Lucius groped for the glass bottle containing the mellow dark red wine on the table, and poured more than half of it down his throat.

The diary he stuffed into the cauldron of the Weasley family's youngest daughter the previous school year, the basilisk, the rumors that Draco sent back from school saying the Slytherin portrait...

Well, the answer is obvious to guess.

Like the Lord's diary, the portrait is most likely a Horcrux.

But how can a soul piece be resurrected?Why is the current Duke of Slytherin brewing resurrection potions all day long?Lucius didn't believe it, he was trying to resurrect the so-called descendant of the Dark Lord.The other Death Eaters don't know, and the Malfoy family still doesn't know that Voldemort is the only descendant of Slytherin, yes, but he is of mixed blood, the great blood comes from his mother, and his father is just a Muggle.

And Slytherin hates and hates Muggles the most.

But he seems to remember that the people he sent to track reported that they went shopping in Muggle cities, entered Muggle restaurants, and even used Muggle vehicles to go to Germany. The house elf also said that he read a Muggle book all day long. encyclopedia.

Could it be that, like the Dark Lord, he divided the part he hated the most into a soul piece and discarded it, did Slytherin actually discard the part that was close to Muggles?

No, if the Horcruxes existed, the wizard couldn't have died at all.Horcruxes belong to Horcruxes, and the soul itself is another.

Well, he knows what boiling the resurrection potion does.

Well, not only did he bring back the Slytherins, but he might as well face two Salazar Slytherins.And one likes to be close to Muggles, and the other hates Muggles, Merlin!For more than ten years, the Dark Demon mark on his arm has not disappeared, and even recently there are more and more clear signs, but the Dark Lord cannot be found hiding there in the whole of Europe, and it appeared on the head of that unlucky Quirrell two years ago. In fact, it is said that it is more terrifying and ferocious than the last crazy period, so isn't Slytherin, who has been immortal for 1000 years, more terrifying?

Lucius leaned on the chair blankly for a long time, and he didn't even recover from the house elf who delivered the clothes until he cried and kept hitting the wall.

The snow fell for a long time this year, and the fire in the fireplace could not be extinguished. Layers of potions of various colors had been neatly stacked on the bookshelf, and the gorgeous colors were rippling with perfect rainbow light under the firelight.

Putting the thick Muggle encyclopedia on the low table in front of the bed, with his slender fingers resting on the pages, the not-cleared alfalfa powder rolled down from his fingertips, Ling Cha looked at it tiredly. The book is turning to the page with the illustrated history of winemaking, what's so interesting about it, buy it sometime: "Salazar?"

"kindness."

"The book sent by the patriarch Malfoy today is very interesting."

"You mean the pile of "Fashion Changes in Aristocratic Costumes from the Middle Ages to the Present", "Ten New Beauty Magic Tips", "108 Pairings of Table Wine"? It's a mess, but..."

"Those books are much lighter."

"..."

"Be gentle, don't tear the pages of the book, I mean, Lucius Malfoy has already guessed it, otherwise I wouldn't have sent these things over." Ling Cha looked helplessly at the thick book in his hand, compared This is not much better than a dictionary. He prefers to take a look at the fashion trend of wizards and aristocrats. The difference is that although entertainment newspapers are boring, they are better than reading a dictionary.

"The Malfoy family always uses his noble theory to measure all pure-blood wizards."

Not all aristocrats like to live in one style, no matter how good the dress style is, countless people are rushing to pursue it. It's Muggles, not wizards... Or maybe all pure-blood wizards will be infected by the Malfoy family after 1000 years?

"It's too easy to live."

If in addition to the family, in addition to the benefits, there is also blood hatred and having to associate with the Muggle royal family and nobles, on the one hand, one has to beware of not knowing when, friends and blood relatives will turn against each other.You can't survive just being a wizard, you must have a way to protect yourself besides the magic wand.

"Easy? You forgot about our descendants."

The finger moved towards the ring next to the vase intentionally or unintentionally.

"He's just a man."

Salazar didn't look up, and continued to flip through the book:

"It's a joke to expect pure-blood wizards to rule everything. What's even more ridiculous is that the only remaining noble wizards still believe that they really haven't experienced what is called miserable despair?"

In the eyes of Muggles, wizards are monsters, and there is absolutely no distinction between pure blood and mixed blood.

Helga once had a Muggle-born student whose parents were staunchly religious Muggle aristocrats. He could not avoid his differences with his parents. In the end, he went crazy and slaughtered his classmates in Hogwarts, and finally fell to the ground. Under the death curse of Slytherin. 11 years old, maybe still a child in this age, a thousand years ago, he was already the sole heir of the family or someone who knew the cruel life too early.

Some of the little wizards from Muggles in Hogwarts were unable to return to their own home, some took the trouble to hide everything and hoped to continue their original life, some were crazy and could not identify with themselves, and most of them were chased and burned by Muggles since childhood The children who were driven into the wilderness, they are skinny, their eyes are covered with a layer of thick gray, they don’t sleep on the bed but stick to the corner vigilantly, they don’t know utensils when eating, and they are more accustomed to raw meat and fruit than cakes. He doesn't even know how to speak, and in order to keep his life away from the consequences of the crowd, he even killed many people long ago.

Salazar recovered from his distant thoughts, and when he continued to turn the next page, he suddenly found that his breathing was steady and quiet. Ling Cha's usual gesture of clasping the armrest was gone, his left hand was hanging down, his fingers were weak. half bent.

After hesitating for a while, he slowly closed the book in his hand, and closed his eyes while maintaining the posture of leaning on the chair.

If he stood up, Ling Cha would inevitably be awakened.

Carefully retracting his fingers into his sleeves, the warm fire in the fireplace has been continuously burning.

No one woke up, Lucius Malfoy would never guess who they were, even if he knew now, with the usual caution of the Malfoy family, he would never dare to act rashly.In about three days, all the potions will be made, and the Soul Resurrection Stone is not difficult to deal with, but I still don't have an idea where to put the Soul Piece, let alone——

Salazar slowly opened his eyes, looking at himself in the mirror from afar.

Familiar eyebrows, familiar expression, since when did he suddenly have the habit of looking in the mirror?

Probably since that painting was drawn, Ling Cha fell into a permanent deep sleep. At first, he just stared at the painting of their 15-year-old appearance. The people in the painting leaned on the chair in this posture, with their eyes closed, As if the next moment will wake up.

Hiding the portrait in the secret room with the method discussed earlier, half of his soul is already missing.

The cellar, the classroom, the dining room, everything is still the same as before, lonely and not close to anyone, but the voice is missing in the dream, and when I wake up, I will not find that I am missing three or four days of memory.

Only him.

I was in a trance, and my cough became more and more severe. At that time, I didn't know that it was Mia who had poisoned me. I just thought that the damage caused by splitting my soul didn't care, and I didn't take it to heart. I just occasionally found that it would be long-term blurred. Stare in the mirror.

When the pain of death and petrification are lifted, it seems that the loss is just an illusion, and the familiar face that I have seen countless times in the mirror appears in front of my eyes.

Why now he suddenly doesn't want to separate from Ling Cha.

The vague suddenness brings even greater troubles, but there is always a way, such as the mirror made by the goblin, but I don't know where it is.

"not the right time yet……"

Muttering subconsciously, Salazar closed his eyes again.